It was cold and rainy, the leaves were brown and beige; their texture crisp, fragile. She was listening to the rain tapping against her windshield. She sat there quietly thinking, coaxing herself for another day of the same old mundane routine. Every day the same, nothing new, yet nothing was the same.
“I don’t want to go in there,” she thought. “I don’t want to face the same old perverts, the perverts who give you the animalistic, godless stare. The x-ray vision all men are gifted with…but why me?”
What felt like an eternity had only been two minutes. Laurel got off her SUV and made her way into the fitness center, doing her usual routine; weights first then cardio.
On the elliptical she reflected on her recent failed relationships. Dating back to her teens, every romantic encounter had a Shakespearean ending. The first a cheater, the second an abusive junkie and cheater, the third a married one, the fourth a sociopath, the fifth a stalker, and this past one…a mythical creature. Yes, this was no ordinary human from the male species, no, no, no, he appeared to be heaven sent, delivered by the angels.
The INFJ never felt made for this world, and she wouldn’t want to meet anyone who was. But just like the Greek Gods, this mythical man was flawed. She sensed his flawed nature but didn’t care to know about the placeholders before her.
She auditioned for the role of a Greek God’s plaything. Laurel applied her rose-colored glasses on and leapt into the downward spiral of this man’s Styx River. She had been needing to go on autopilot for a while, she had been residing far too long inside of her head…almost a decade. She had always found this creature appealing but never dreamt of capturing his attention. Laurel never noticed the Demi-God aiming his arrow towards her. She had been shopping around for a new fitness center and had run into him again at the new gym just like at her current one. She remembered him from a few of her HIIT cardio classes and weight training sessions. Again, thinking nothing of him but just another pretty face, she proceeded to explore her potential new gym. From a safe distance the mythical man studied her every move.
Two months had gone by, Laurel still contemplated whether switching gyms would bring her closer to inner harmony. While transpiring between reality and her thoughts, Laurel’s phone lit up with a text alert. She swiped to see who it was, a number she didn’t recognize. Upon opening the message, the sender had been revealed, the Demi God from her HITT classes. The creation was asking her out on a date. Laurel hesitated before responding...how did he get her number, when and why had he noticed her, isn’t his preference male, what does he want from her, was this a sign from the heavens, was this the breath of life she needed in order to feel human again? She responded to his messages agreeing to a night out for appetizers and drinks.
Days leading to their first real life encounter, Dominick the Demi-God sent her daily messages, vetting her while simultaneously revealing how she caught his eyes while exploring her potential new gym. Expressing how he had envisioned her outside of gym attire, he confessed he’d visualized her looking exquisite; to him the bookworm was a siren.
Friday night, cold, dark, and rainy; being winter, darkness spread faster…at 6:00pm rather than 9:45pm, at least in her hometown that is. Laurel was putting her face on, the final step in her beauty ritual before having Dominick pick her up. Applying her nude tinted lipstick, the anxiety began to set in. Breathing became a little difficult, she could hear the tempo of her heart ringing in her eardrums. For a few minutes she thought about canceling the encounter.
“snap out of it,” she thought. “This is the adventure you need and are craving.”
With that sentiment, Laurel rummaged through her vanity, she quickly grabbed her miniature pink Bic and her straight shooter. She brought it to her tinted lips and lit up while inhaling profoundly. On the exhale she heard her phone vibrate…it was Dominick, he was on his way for her. She shuddered upon reading the message. She got up and walked towards her fridge staring at the rouge contemplating about chugging a cup or three. Would mixing a cocktail of central nervous system depressants be wise for a first date? She closed the fridge door and settled for taking a few more hits of the blue dream, while applying her eye-drops and spritzing herself with her favorite perfume. When her phone shook for a third time, she knew it was show time. On the other side of her front door Dominick was waiting for her.
He was standing beside his black muscle car wearing a brown leather jacket, black t-shirt, blue jeans, and chucks. He was fair skinned, 6’0 tall, muscular build, broad wide shoulders, full pink sensuous lips, light brown hair gelled back. Laurel was wearing blue jeans, long sleeved purple V-neck wool top with a zipper on the décolletage, black leather knee-high boots with a square flat heel, straight black shoulder length hair, and Levis jacket.
They shook hands formerly introducing themselves, while exchanging light pecks on both cheeks. Dominick, playing the role of gentlemen, opened the passenger door for her and waited for Laurel to be comfortably seated. On the way to the generic first date at an Italian restaurant, Dominick began making inquiries about laurel’s occupation, education, age, etc. etc. the usual first date background check. She revealed that she was twenty… years of age and was studying to be an architect and was a secretary for a landscaping company.
Once seated at the restaurant on red leather booths across from each other, Dominick began unveiling his occupation. Being in the public eye. Laurel became distracted with Dominick’s knowledge on red wines and other spirits. Due to his occupation, Dom revealed that he was a well-traveled man and his travels have taught him many, many, things. Rather than noting his confession of having two faces, one for the public and one for a select few to see, Laurel was enchanted by his knowledge in other languages and worldly manner. A third confounding variable which was throwing Laurel’s senses off was the blue dream;
Once she was allowed the floor, she began discussing her thesis and plans she had for the summer. During this part of the conversation, Dom’s eyes widened, and pupils dilated. He then revealed having a master’s degree himself and confessed his true age. Prior to their date, Dom played his age off as only being ten years her senior…truth is he was twelve years her senior. She wasn’t fazed by this, Laurel had always preferred her men to be older, wise, seasoned… prior to Dom the oldest man she had ever dated was only ten years…so what harm could another two years added do? Besides, it didn’t hurt that Dom was a walking, breathing, Greek Sculpture. Once approving of his true age, Dom’s mouth widened with a smile and eyes began to smolder. The date progressed and ended as most first dates do, at the doorstep with a kiss on the cheek.
The following day Dom contacted Laurel, immediately rescheduling a second appointment inside the head of the INFJ. Laurel agreed to go on a second date with Dominick the Demi-God. He had enchanted her since the first date and proceeded to do so via daily text messages. By checking in on her daily, he proceeded to lure Laurel into his honey trap. Laurel was no longer Laurel; Dominick wiped the slate and changed her nom de guerre to Angelee.
The day of the second date the skies were charcoal and ashy. It was chilly and drizzling. It was five hours before the date and Laurel had received daily messages from Dominick, however the context and mood had suddenly changed. Dominick was no longer playing the role of friendly jester; he had changed the tone into a sultrier one. He no longer inquired about her hobbies, views on political matters, or future aspirations; Dominick now inquired about Laurel’s carnal nature. The inquires took her by surprise due to him portraying a pious nature. With each question, her temperature rose filling her cheeks with a tsunami of blood flow. The change in rhythm managed to shift gravity and her equilibrium. Feeling flustered Laurel was tempted to cancel the date, but the id had won by then, the thought of tasting forbidden fruit was far more enticing than always wondering about what could’ve been….
The hour came for Dom to whisk her away in his black chariot. Stunned with excitement and fear Laurel quietly let Dom guide her into his car. On the commute to the restaurant Dom began to pry about the earthier side of Laurel. Feeling shy, she let out a nervous laugh and looked at the raindrops on the window. Realizing he faced an obstacle in order to get his answers, Dominick had devised a plan b to get Laurel to open and play his game. Enjoying the energy, she was emitting, Dominick decided to take her to a classy cocktail lounge. Rather than sitting across from her like the first time, he chose to sit next to her, having her cornered up against the wall leaving her no room to escape. He kept her comfortable by having rum elixirs poured for his Angelee.
Each rum cocktail made her stomach feel warmer and legs feel lighter. Dom had the fourth drink instinct to his advantage. With the rum elevating her body heat, Dom later helped her remove her coat in that cold December night inside the drafty cocktail bar. The coat had been hiding her low v-cut mauve satin silk dress. The dress clung to her curvy figure effortlessly, the silver choker accentuated her décolletage and olive skin. Dom’s ravenous smile widened, and his eyes lowered. Feeling warm and at ease Laurel’s defenses were obliterated by the rum and Dom’s calming nature.
With the alcohol fogging her perception Laurel was no longer aware of the possibilities the night could perspire to. Picking up on her impaired judgement, Dom revisited his follow up questions about her fleshy nature. Completely disarmed, she answered his inquiries honestly. Feeling pleased about the explicit answers she provided him, Dom ordered a fifth and final round of rum drinks for his angelic host. Seduced by the sweetness of the rum elixirs, Laurel finished them until the last drop.
It was last call, both Dom and Laurel, knew one more fill of poison and Laurel wouldn’t be lucid and it’s not how Dom planned this night to end. No, no, no, for the final chain to be hoisted onto his angel, he needed her to be lucid enough for his final attack on her senses. Feeling sedated and fiery, Laurel played along with Dom’s game of twenty-one questions. Finding a ruse to keep her from going home, Dom offered a cruise onto the desolate streets, inviting her to see his future home. On the car ride over, Dom’s gentlemanly nature had dissolved; he no longer relied on subtle double entendres to convey his intentions. His requests were now direct and unfiltered. Upon hearing his request, Laurel blushed while feeling enticed simultaneously. Laurel felt her heart race while hearing Dom’s deep voice lower in octaves sending shivers down her spine. Dom parked his car outside a gated residential and turned to face her. Feeling his hazel eyes pierce through her, she turned around to face him.
“This is where I’m hoping to live,” he calmly stated.
“It’s very nice and quaint, lovely night sky view,” she nervously added.
“Hmmm…yes, it does have a nice view, “he whispered, “but the view I have immediately to my right is more fascinating.”
Laurel turned to face him, Dominick had unfastened his seatbelt and crossed the border of the cup-holder towards the passenger seat. His eyes were closed shut and his lips protrude outward. Feeling affectionate and warm, Laurel leaned in the other thirty percent needed for this first kiss; she too closed her and tilted her head to her right, helping Dominick’s lips land onto her soft nude shaded pout.
Upon arrival Dominick grasped the back of Laurel’s curly hair, cupping her head in his palm while pressing his lips harder onto hers. The magnitude and length of this first wave crashing onto her lips numbed her pretty pout out. Dominick pulled away gasping for air looking out the front windshield, while Laurel looked to her right and placed her right hand’s fingers onto her sore lips retracing his steps. Mother nature appeared to be on Dominick’s side, the drizzle was no longer a light tap, it transformed into a stronger precipitation, Dom convinced Laurel to wait out the storm at his current hideaway.
On the drive to his manor, Dom took a hold of her left wrist and nibbled on it gently. Each peck sending a jolt of life all over her spine. Watching her squirm in her seat invoked a cushy bellow from him. With her left wrist clasped tightly in his right hand, Dom placed her left hand inside his blue jeans. She felt warm, firm, pulsating flesh, no cloth, jeans and the highest point of his pelvis. Laurel gasped and looked at him, Dom kept his eyes on the slippery roads while grinning from her shocked reaction.
“Almost there my angel, be patient,” he ordered.
Still in shock at the geographic location of her left hand, with his right hand still clasped tightly around her wrist, she felt his pelvis grow warmer. Her heart was at her throat, pounding against her ear drums. The gravity had shifted from her legs to her head and chest.
They pulled up to an asphalt driveway in a quiet side of town. The only thing stirring in the neighborhood was fall leaves and stray cats. Dom opened her passenger door and led her into his cream mason embraced by a large oak tree. Once the door shut behind them, what little pseudo light pierced through its opening was banished out. Alone in the abyss with their desires and flesh, Dominick stood behind her wrapping his hands around her tiny waist and pressed her up against his pelvis. A heavy pause helped set the mood for the atmosphere.
Laurel took a deep inhale and breathed in the scent of Dominick’s cologne, on the exhale Dominick pushed her onto a couch while simultaneously unzipping her silk dress. Laurel landed on her back in nothing but lingerie and heels, back against the sofa cushion, while her hips were elevated on the arm rest.
Dominick found his way to her in the dark, he gently mounted himself on top of her. His arms and broad shoulders barricading Laurel's petite frame, while adjusting his knees to encompass her legs. Once comfy he finally spoke, his husky booming vice sending shivers down her spine. He professed the energy she was emitting was intoxicating him, her flesh fully aware and intrigued, she allowed him to bury his face into her nape, he began leaving a trail of nerve tingling kisses from her right shoulder onto her hypersensitive nape. Once at the neck he bit down onto her vulnerable neck. Laurel's instinct was to round her back and toss her head further into the couch cushion. Dominick then pulled back onto his feet and pulled Laurel up to her feet by her tiny little wrists. He led her down a hallway in the dark house into his chambre.
Once inside his boudoir, Dominick pulled back his curtains allowing the streetlight to illuminate the bedroom. Laurel sat down on the edge of the bed and patiently waited for him to make his way to her. Dominick removed his brown leather jacket and placed it onto a chair. He then walked towards Laurel and placed one of his hands on her neck while allowing the free on to roam past her boundaries of her body. Alas, he had the long-lost Amazon in his web. Her bronze skin, raven curly hair, full lips, toned petite build, firmly in his hands, all for him to consume at his leisure. Feeling her heartbeat all around his firm grip, Dom let out a low grunt, being in full control of her hyperbolized the tension. Dominick held her life in his left hand and her flesh in his right, coating her with his fingertips.
Lying on the bed, Laurel felt the warm firm grip from Dominick's masculine hand. Rather than resisting or feeling alarmed, Laurel let a soft murmur escape her lips. Placing her hands above her head, basking in the masculine energy protruding off dominant Dom's skin and firm grasp, she surrendered herself to his masculinity, something she rarely allowed former lovers to witness.
Prior to Dominick, Laurel always gave the illusion of being herself to others, to them her "vulnerable side" was easy to uncover. Little did they know she had given them tidbits of a false origin story. Dominick being only the second to truly uncover the feminine carnal side of Laurel. For Laurel had never been one to be present in the moments of her life, no, Laurel always played the role of spectator, her personal motion picture. Always analyzing the character's intentions and her life's plot twists. Somehow, Dominick had gotten the INFJ to slow down her race against time, he managed to get her to forfeit her place in the race and relinquish all logical achievements, leaving them to be attained at another time and place. For now, he needs Laurel to be present in the here and now. Usually a dig at her train of thought stressed her, but Dom had managed to annihilate the walls of defenses Laurel was skilled at constructing.
Dom then proceeded to unbuckle his black leather belt and unfastened his torn faded blue jeans dropping to his ankles; “clink!” He then pulled his shirt off his upper-body revealing his carved-up Adonis belt and black tight briefs. He strode to the bed, comfortable positioning himself onto Laurel's vulnerable body. Spreading her legs apart with his right kneecap and placing his hands on either side of her. Laurel still seated up on her elbows was now cheek to cheek with Dom; feeling his hot breath once again on her neck and ear lobe. The only other time she felt the gravity shift from within herself she was hallucinating.
After momentarily allowing her to assess the dissolution of personal space while marveling at his sculpted masculinity, Dom unloaded his full body weight onto her forcing her to lower her sternum onto the soft exposed bed. If resistance crossed her mind, it would have been futile. Appearing to be sculpted by the Gods themselves, Dominick could easily overpower her, she was no match for him. Lucky for her, his synergy was warm and enticing. Once comfortably mounted onto the bed and Laurel, Dominick proceeded to close the gaps left between their bodies. He crashed his hips and sternum onto hers, forcing her to feel his full weight all over her. Dominick resumed having his right hand clasped tightly around her neck while snaking his left hand onto her back pulling her in centimeters closer. Without effort Laurel helped Dominick lock the final clasp of her restraints. He had her where he wanted her...three months of patience, paid off.
Using undertones Dominick confessed the synergy and flow Laurel had been entrancing him since the first day he scooped her out that September evening. Feeling speechless, Laurel tilted her head to her right, inviting him to bite her once more. Seeing his cue, Dominick proceeded to take a third serving of her soft full nude shaded pout. His caress was sensational and amorous. Laurel allowed a continuation of waves crashing onto her senses. Once Dom paused for air, Laurel forced herself to make eye contact with him, all while having his palm latched onto her neck. Dom's eyes glowed with the film of salacity projecting onto her pupils.
Seeing her pupils dilate more, Dom forged a way to drive his hips deeper onto Laurel's pelvis. She rounded herself deeper into his vice, while he dove back for one more gravity shifting peck. Dom then dismounted her and walked towards the nightstand where he had a speaker. Laurel's ears quickly recognized the notes and tempo. He needed the encounter to mesmerize all the senses. For the final time, he mounted himself onto Laurel, as if it was going to be his last time breathing her in. The only space left between them was that of their lips not connecting. Laurel elevated herself onto her elbows and began to kiss Dominick's jawline, while simultaneously looking up at him. He let out a passionate sigh and smiled at her. Being chest to chest with her, Dominick looked at the 5'3 maiden and shoved her down onto her back, how dare she try to take the reins from him. the night he carefully orchestrated.
"Lie down my angel," was the last thing Laurel heard before Dom plunged harder. Laurel lamented arching her back. It was clear this was a power move, used to remind the angel of her rank in this heaven. Dominik roared, while engaging in a rocking motion. There she was, entrapped with one arm, and anchored by his thighs and pelvis. Alas, his patience gave him what he needed to get his fix. She belonged to him now. Dom skimmed his fingertips over her body. Finding his ways to her neck again and placing it right over her hyoid bone.
“I wonder if she knows,” he thought.
It seemed she didn’t. All laurel did was hold onto Dom’s wrist as his thumb applied pressure onto her neck. Those beautiful doe eyes.
“I almost feel sorry,” he again thought.
By then the crescendo of the drums had reached their peak. Laurel placed her left hand onto his wrist, now clasping with both of her hands. Dominick peered into her honey brown eyes; her pupils were dilated, nostrils, flared, lips, parted. He knew he had her there. At the moment, he was the only one who could give her what she needed. No one else. Should he give her want he wants and keep driving into her or, should he stop and leave her hanging.
“If I keep going this end, all of this. Yes, she is shiny and new...but after this...she will always be used,” he carefully contemplated.
“Why was he hesitating,” she pondered? “What is he waiting for? I’m all his, this is the closest we can get, we’re almost there...I’m almost there.”
“Just do it, finish her,” he decided.
Dom then drove harder and more precisely into Laurel. Laurel’s nails clawed into his forearms. Her breathing, heavier and louder. Engaging his core, he kept rocking, making his pace faster, shoving himself more aggressively into her hips. After a few power drills, he seemed to have finally broken Laurel’s honeypot. Laurel finally arched her back and let out a profound soft pitched groan.
Laurel was gasping for air, eyes closed. Dominick watched the female warrior in all her vulnerable glory, on her back gasping for air, with her brain temporarily fried. He then proceeded to turn her onto her stomach. Placing his right hand under her abdomen he managed to prop her up on all fours. She was now facing the mirror across his bed. Seeing her reflection in the mirror, the reality of the situation threw her off. She found looking at herself this way unnerving.
“Relax my angel,” assured Dominick while rubbing her lower back. “Nothing wrong with peaking.”
Laurel then proceeded to make eye-contact with herself, she did not recognize the vixen staring back at her. She looked at Dominick and saw him positioning himself on the bed. Once ready, she felt his rigidness pierce through forcing her to wince.
He made eye-contact with his reflection as well, only instead of feeling awkward, he looked confident and assertive. Laurel noticed the arrogance emitting from his smug smirk and shifty eyes. He wasn’t making love to her; he was acting out a role. No longer feeling the novelty of the situation, Laurel turned to stop Dominick.
“What, what’s wrong,” he gasped?
“No, are you? What’s wrong? Does it hurt?”
“No, no, no, you’re great really; truly the best,” she gushed.
“So, what’s wrong Laurel?”
“It’s just the whole...mirror thing, I have never imagined I’d be seeing myself doing this so soon.”
“Oh, oh, oh, so too intense?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, here, here come lay down,” he motioned on the other side of the mattress, facing away from the mirror. Laurel faced the door on all fours again and patiently waited for him to restart. There was a pause. Laurel wondered what the hesitation was. She turned around and saw him grabbing his jeans.
“What are you doing,” she asked?
“Oh, silly us, we got so wrapped up in the moment we forgot to use protection,” he replied.
“Oh! You’re right! By all means!”
Laurel turned her head away and began facing the wall and door again. She patiently waited hearing his belt and pants rustle. She heard the crumpling of a wrapper and Dominick making a profound exhale.
Laurel felt the bed move as Dominick pulled her by the hips towards his pelvis. In a quick swift motion, Laurel felt a firm thick strap around her neck. Dominick then pulled Laurel off the bed and onto her feet all while clasping onto his belt around her neck tightly. Laurel unsuccessfully tried using her fingers to break the vice the belt had on her neck. He then turned her around making her face the mirror once more.
“Look,” he grunted into her ear. “Look at your reflection Laurel!”
Laurel looked in the mirror and saw her eyes swelling and releasing tears. Her mouth gasping for the air surrounding her yet denied to her. Dominick smiled as she pieced together the reality of the situation.
“I wonder if you’re praying,” he inquired while tightening the belt until he heard a snapping sound and Laurel’s body went limp.
“It was cold and rainy, the leaves were brown and beige; their texture crisp, fragile. The rain was tapping against her cold, dull skin. She laid there quietly, waiting for someone to find her. Every day the same, nothing new, yet nothing was the same. Three years had passed, and no one ever knew whatever happened to Laurel until I met you,” Dominick was sitting across the table from a 5’3 fair skinned brunette.
“Wow Dom, that was quite the story you wrote there,” she remarked. The woman had a curvy build to her. Wide hips, full breasts, short curly hair, round framed specs.
“Thank you, being complimented by someone like you means the world to me professor…”
“Oh, no, no, not yet. I won’t be a professor until a few months from now,”
“Well here’s to successful teaching in your future Dina.”
They toasted waiting for their appetizer to arrive.
